Psychic

What is a psychic? Traditionally, people who can communicate with spirits, spirits, and ghosts are psychics. They can send ghosts, insight into the past, and predict the future. They can see through a person’s thinking and thinking when they first meet, and then understand his life. But whether psychics really possess these abilities is controversial worldwide.

Some people think that the psychic is real, and some people think that this is just a group of liars who are good at talking.

Obviously, the members of the ad hoc group are all scientific atheists and do not believe in the so-called psychics. They fought for a long time, and made so many plans to break through the psychological defense line of Fangalo. However, when they thought they would finally gain something, they got such a ridiculous answer. How does it make them angry?

Am I a psychic? What do you mean? So, is the death sketch and those death predictions all the sights seen when Van Gogh was psychic? He has nothing to do with these cases? Don’t know the true identity of the murderer? Who are you cheating?

Liu Tao smiled on the spot and thumped on the table and asked, “What is it? What did he just say? Did I hear it wrong?”

The two young police officers shook their heads, and they all looked stunned. Questions and answers even asked about ghosts and gods. This case is probably the most difficult, bizarre, and absurd case they have ever encountered.

In the interrogation room, Fangallo had completely moved away from Zhuang Zhen, sat back in place, and continued to fiddle with a bunch of photos. When his breath dissipated, Zhuang Zhen, firmly locked by the invisible magnetic field, regained the power to breathe freely. This feeling is subtle and mysterious, but Zhuang Zhen does not want to think deeply.

Fangallo often sees a psychiatrist, maybe he has a private study of psychology. What psychological hint did I just give me. Zhuang Zhen quickly found a seemingly reasonable explanation, and then pulled his thoughts back to the interrogation. He settled his nerves and gritted his teeth: “You mean you can psychic? Did Gao Yize’s death you see while psychic?”

“Yes.” Fangallo nodded with a smile.

“Wang Wei, Zhao Kai, Mao Xiaoming’s death too?”

“Correct.”

“You saw their death, but you couldn’t see the murderer’s appearance?”

“I said, the picture is too blurry.” Van Gogh answered these questions softly. His attitude has completely changed. From the initial silence to the current questions and answers, it seems that he has finally compromised.

But Zhuang Zhen was not pleased with this compromise. Instead, he slapped the table angrily and violently, screaming: “Spiritual medium, anticipating death? So ridiculous, who do you think you can fool? Fangallo, I advise you not to Resist again, and confess quickly! “

Fangallo smiled at each other and did not respond.

Song Rui in the listening room finally could n’t sit still, and stopped Zhuang Zhen ’s forced inquiry through Bluetooth: “Lao Zhuang, stop asking, he wo n’t tell the truth. Did n’t you find that, now we have fallen into his control He first stirred our emotions with silence, and then used these inexplicable words to irritate us and make us think. Our interrogation plan has been completely disrupted by him, and he has entered his rhythm. It is futile to ask again, we have to There is no useful information unless he plays enough to end the game. “

Zhuang Zhen was silent, his heart was burning with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He had to admit that Fangallo was indeed playing in the task force. From the beginning of the case to the present, everything is under the control of the other party. The ad hoc group was so busy that he was in a mess, but he was so easy and so good.

Zhuang Zhen unscrewed the lid of the thermos and poured water, trying to calm himself.

Luo Hong woke up from the magical power released by Van Gogh afterwards, and then blushed. God, how did he lose his mind just now? In addition to the voice and laughter of Fangallo, the rest of the mind is blank. Even if this person is not a real psychic, it is a terrible existence. With such brainwashing ability, it is no wonder that he was so red before!

Song Rui sorted out the information carefully and said: “Lao Zhuang, you take a break and change me for interrogation.”

As a consultant, this is the first time Song Rui has participated in a face-to-face trial. In the past, he only needed to formulate an interrogation plan for the Interpol team to finalize a case, but now it is no longer possible. The man he met was Van Gogh, a man with a stable state of mind and instant control of the audience.

Zhuang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief without revealing his face. After drinking the water, he tightened the lid of the thermos and placed it on the corner of the table. At this moment, Song Rui came in and smiled gently at Van Gogh.

Luo Hong quickly ceded his seat and moved a stool to sit aside to record.

Fan Jialuo’s inattentive gaze swept over Song Rui, moved back at the moment he moved away, stared at him closely, and smiled with interest.

Song Rui nodded to Van Gogh, and his attitude was very approachable. After sitting down, he handed over the information in hand with Zhuang Zhen, and the trial began: “Hello Van Gogh, I am Song Rui, a psychologist. . I heard that you are a patient with multiple personalities. As an authority in this respect, I should be able to help you answer some questions about yourself. Let ’s put aside the case and talk about your condition? “

No patient with multiple personalities has no concern for his condition, especially someone with a strong desire for control like Van Gogh. If he is the master personality, he will surely want a way to destroy the vice personality; if he is the vice personality, he will surely want to find out the trick to replace the master personality. In any case, as long as he is willing to speak, Song Rui has a way to dig something from his mouth, after all, this is his most proficient main business.

Unfortunately, Van Gaal was not willing to deal with him. After spending more than an hour in the interrogation room, he was really bored. He pushed the photo aside, bent his long fingers, and tapped the desktop at once, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, this slight and rhythmic sound seemed to directly hit the hearts of the people, making them look unconsciously To Van Gogh, then erect your ears and listen intently.

This is the magic of Van Gogh, as long as he wants, he can easily ingest the soul of anyone, even if the other party is such a strong-hearted person as Song Rui and Zhuang Zhen.

Zhuang Zhen looked at Fangalo uncontrollably, holding a fire in his heart but nowhere to vent.

Song Rui’s questioning could not be carried on any longer, and he only supported the gold wire glasses supported on the high nose bridge. He tried to use this action to get rid of Fangalo’s psychological control, but failed to succeed, and his mind was tumbling.

When everyone looked at themselves and made a gesture of deaf ears, Van Gogh spoke slowly: “Sorry, my time is limited, I can’t spend it with you anymore. I am a psychic, this is beyond doubt, I There was no half-truth in the previous words. “He stretched out his left hand, opened five fingers, his palms were suspended on the perspective mirror, and closed his eyes to feel for a while.

Zhuang Zhen, Song Rui, and Luo Hong all looked at him with puzzled eyes, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Liu Tao and others photographed by his palm unconsciously walked to the perspective mirror and wondered: “What the **** is he doing?”

“Psychic? I watch all the psychics on TV doing this.”

“Not to mention, this posture looks decent!”

In the three-person conversation room, the five fingers of Van Gogh’s bluff have been slowly closed, and the slender index finger moved a few centimeters to the left. He slowly said: “This is a man, about 45 years old. It ’s full of energy, so my temper is not very good. “

Zhuang Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth, looking coldly at what other tricks Fangallo could play.

Song Rui listened carefully, then nodded slightly, and I listened to what you said.

Luo Hong was half-trusted and suspicious.

However, the three Liu Tao standing in front of the perspective mirror were calmed down, only because the fingertips of Van Gaal pointed at the tip of Liu Tao’s nose impartially, and the characteristics of the middle-aged male described in his mouth were also the same as Liu Tao agrees very well.

“Who wouldn’t say such ambiguous words? Give Lao Tzu a godsman’s flag, and Lao Tzu can limping people.” Liu Tao hid and sneered while hiding from his neck, and then he froze the next second Ground. Just because he dodged, Vangallo’s fingertips also moved with him, and he pointed at the tip of his nose impartially.

Liu Tao: …

The two young police officers said in consternation: “He, can he see us?”

Fangalo closed his eyes and listened to the echo in the void, his red lips slightly tickled, and his voice teased: “Fat fish? What is this name?”

Zhuang Zhen’s condensed eyes flashed violently for a moment, just because the fat fish was exactly the nickname Liu Tao’s mother gave him, from small to big, and the other party is now standing behind this perspective mirror.

The other members of the ad hoc group also knew Liu Tao’s nickname and had teased each other more than once. It stands to reason that Van Gogh should not know this. Where did he get the information? Has his acquaintance in the police station disclosed this to him?

The members of the ad hoc group participating in the interrogation couldn’t be more upset and thrilled.

Liu Tao is undoubtedly the fastest heart beat. He stood stiffly, his eyes staring straight at Fangalore, his pupils filled with emotions such as disbelief and surprise.

“Fake, is it fake?” Liu Tao murmured insincerely, but as soon as the voice fell, Van Gogh spoke slowly: “In the north, a farmyard, the fence wall is covered with vines, and the vines are full of red, White, pink, purple flowers. Well, let me see, the flowers seem to be clematis. There is an old woman standing under this wall of flowers looking at the direction of Beijing City, she hopes you can take your wife and children Go back, she misses you very much. “

“Farmhouse, climbing a clematis fence, is this not my hometown? He saw my mother? No, no, he must have investigated me in advance!” Liu Tao began to doubt life, and there was no left. How much hair was pulled away by him.

“This is too mysterious? I don’t believe it!” The two young police officers standing next to Liu Tao shook their heads again and again, but their firm expressions were somewhat cracked.

It was at this time that the sound of mobile phone vibrations rang in the monitoring room. The three people who were almost taken away from the soul quickly woke up and searched for a long time before they found that Liu Tao’s mobile phone was ringing, and two words jumped on the screen-Lao Niang.

Liu Tao was shocked to connect the phone, and had no time to say “Hey”, the other end of the phone came to Liu Liu’s full of loud voice: “Fat Yu’er, you were too busy to investigate the case during the New Year, but did not come back, mom I really want to die you. Did n’t you say you will take leave after the Spring Festival? When will you be free? Bring Qianqian and my grandson back, and your mother will prepare you for it! “

Liu Tao agreed in a pile of voices, hung up the phone, and then went to see the Van Gogh before the perspective mirror, and even a sense of awe rose from the bottom of his heart.